What is it all about.




I try to do my best

like I suppose, do all the rest.

so why do things go wrong

even if I sing my song?


So what, you say, does it matter?

if I stop and have a natter

With friends that I have found,

On Internet, and around.


Time will just stand still

Whilst I talk and laugh my fill.

The days will not swing by

If I idle, I tell a lie.


Of course, the time is gone

When I realise my song

Should have ended long ago,

For now, a tale of woe.


For time does not stand stil,

Not even to my will,

And, very sad to say

That my life just ebbs away.

Copyright. Evelyn J. Steward.  July, 2014



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